A walk among the buildings in utter dismay at what the land has become. Steel. Brick. Come what may.
A look at the past in its greenery unrefined. "What has become of the land?" So far behind.
"Has it been better?" A rhetorical question for the steel and brick with a silent confession.
"Don't look back too far; you won't like what you find. Stay with me here, relax, take your time and unwind. Outside is too dangerous; sit here where it's safe. Beyond the walls, the gates, the lakes and further, monsters lay in wait for you." Look no further.
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James Green
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